She grabbed a pillow and buried her head expecting the worst as I teased from behind, her pussy seemed to be sucking me in and as I teased her opening...she pushed back again forcing my hand, or should I say my cock and the head slipped in,“OH YESS” she cried, “Fuck me Daddy” as my cock pushed further in, I guess I was right on my earlier assumption and just hoped I would measure up, you know what they say about black men!Remarkably she was quite tight and this was enhanced as I felt her cunt. What made me moreuncomfortable was during the entire meal she was constantly pointing outthe "cute" boys sitting or walking in the area. Aunt Betsy called them"cute" but they were all ruggedly handsome unlike me. Don't know why shekept doing that. I'm most definitely not into other boys like she wasinsinuating.As we dumped our left overs, she embarrassed me again. "Darling, we needto stop in the powder room. Don't be nervous. No one will guess yourlittle secret unless you do something. ’ I answered. She straitened herself up and said in a soft voice, ‘Master, I didn’t hear you come in.’ ‘I never left, I have been here the whole time.’ ‘I promised you a long time ago I would never leave you bound alone, I kept that promise.’ She began to sob again and asked ‘Master, can you find it in your heart to forgive your slut slave who broke her promise to you?’ I stood up and walked over in front of where she was kneeling, took off the blindfold, and raised her chin so that she could. The confused teacher turned school girl did as she was told. Kyle scooted Erika and Christine of his laps to their great disappointment, and stood at the head of the class. Chelsea came in looking annoyed."So what did you want?" she asked Ms. Moran."Mr. Phillips said to call you," Hillary explained, pointing to Kyle.Chelsea looked back and forth between the two."What?" she asked, confused as can be, and even more confused when she noticed the changes in Christine and Erika."I was just noticing.